Here is what keeps me up at night as I traipse through this
experience of being a mama to two fabulous girls…
I worry they will fall down and
skin their knee when I am not there to kiss it better.
I worry they will be teased for
their fashion and flair (rain boots and tutus are still in style at our house).
I worry they will feel left out or
ignored by their friends.
I worry they will look in the
mirror one day and not like what they see. And then, I worry they will try to
alter their appearance to fit someone else’s definition of beauty.
I worry they will suffer a
heartache that makes them question their worthiness.
I worry they will let one person’s
opinion or criticism change the course of their dreams.
I worry about them being treated
like an object rather than a precious gift.
I worry that one day I will wake up
and realize they aren’t my babies anymore, but someone else’s to cherish and
adore.
I worry they will forget the great
power they have inside their hearts to do good things in this world and will
sit aside, letting life pass them by.
I worry that I am not a strong
enough role model for them to follow.
I worry they will know fear.
I worry they will know defeat.
I worry they will know pain.
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